My husband and I are the third generation to work on his family farm. My father-in-law detailed income and expenses out on a piece of paper at the kitchen table when we talked about taking over, but it has taken us 15 years to get to a comfortable spot in our farm finances and will take us years more to create something that we want to hand down to our kids.
When we took over the farm, our goal was to have the farm “pay for itself.” My husband had the off-farm job that would support our family expenses.
My husband had a terrible accident six weeks ago and has been recovering with baby steps back to health since. And, in this darkest time for our family, our community has been the light that shines through.
Several years ago, and for my entire life before that, I thought of food as something to satisfy hunger. Sometimes I thought of it as entertainment; think: a meal on an airplane, popcorn at the movie theater.